Do you believe in Love at first sight? Only fools fall in it and I guess I’m one of them. This girl came in my life when I was in my Class XII. When others are busy in scoring marks, my mind was engaged to her. I couldn’t throw her thoughts out. I was waiting for a chance to strike a conversation with her. It was morning and only we two were the first to arrive. She was heads into the assignment and I was eyes into her.
Me: Hey, hi!
She: Hi Karthik!
Me: Do you have a pen?
She: Yeah! Take it!
(After few seconds)
Me: Oh! It’s out of ink?
She: What? Are you kidding?
(She writes) It’s working fine yaar!
Me: Mmm... No... It doesn’t... Ok! Then can you write your phone number?
She was taken aback.
Me: Now, Take my pen! Well, (I wrote my Phone number on the paper) It works fine. Go, write your phone number.
She laughed and I melted into it. From there our friendship started and slowly it moved to the region of love. I know she loved me too but was hesitating to reciprocate. Girls have a damn ego problem when it comes to love. So I decided to open it up on one fine evening. We were walking out of a coffee shop; our shoulders rubbing and the clouds let out few drops in anguish as drizzles.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
I asked her. She smiled.
I walked across her.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Do you believe in love at second sight? Or should I walk by again?”
“James Watt! Told you not to chat with Rainbow Karthik, Dumbo! Don’t give me a chance to walk across again!”
“You Love Me! And I know it!”
We walked into an alley, this time our shoulders are given rest and our fingers are engaged in a mini battle. Gathering courage, I turned her face towards me. With the first flash of lightning, I could see her curvaceous body and my heart rose from its usual spot to somewhere near my throat.
“You look beautiful” I muttered failing to realize what I’m speaking. My brain was paralyzed.
“Th… Thanks!” she said awkwardly.
She flung around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth. For a moment I was bewildered, my eyes were wide-opened, still, the next second I responded with such fervor by lifting off her feet. Nature clicked this blissful oblivion through lightning.
“This is the Moment”
The noise broke us apart, both pink in the face. If Dark Knight had been shot earlier, I would have suggested him for the role of JOKER. I could see his painted face in the dark and he was walking towards us. She hid behind me. Is he from the group of Moral Brigade, goanna blast us for violating traditional Indian values and kick ass us in the name of preserving Indian culture? And then he neared us, 6 feet tall and looked like a hunk, tapping his feet void the surroundings, singing loud.
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
He didn’t care about us and when he crossed, I didn’t expect it. He landed a punch straight at my stomach and I dropped to my knees in pain. It was a deadly blow, sucking out my life. He continued to sing.
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
“Hey Stop it!”
And next moment I could hear her screams louder. Three to Four men came from nowhere. I tried to stand up. Another blow; this time at my face and I was lying at floor, glasses askew, flying somewhere, red drops leaking out of my mouth. She was lying down at the other end, moaning in pain. Others joined the party in bag-punching me; the hunk still not stopped his rap.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
And then he neared her, his hands slowly moving over her body. I couldn’t raise a sound; the pain was killing me.
GOD!! SAVE HER!!